Graveyard

I went to your graveyard, on your stone was written:

In lovely memory of the one who died in pain and regret for all the things never said and done.

The one who died in pain and neglect of the things you never felt.

For all the dreams you have buried, and said "okay I’m done" it might be too hard. With that was gone your enthusiasm for life.

Do you remember how was it like?

The little dream you left behind?

The one you had when you were young and spoke soo loud with your eyes bright, “I WANT TO BE THIS WHEN I GROW UP”

You probably don’t, maybe it was washed away by time, day by day till years passed by. All the sorrow and pain frustrations head to head as you grow to understand how hard and cruel life can be sometimes.

Sometimes we tend to forget the little things that give us joy and that’s how enthusiasm runs away, our mind focus elsewhere

“PRIORITIES RESPONSIBILITIES

As adults all we do is stay afloat and just do what we can afford even when it brings no joy. We call it survival mode

Please don’t let yourself die before death but fight instead against your fears against your demons and all the things that make you shrink,

YOU ONLY WIN IF YOU FIGHT.

take over your life.